standard day

Awoke from a very strange dream that I thought I should note the details of before I forgot them, promptly didn't and have now forgotten the details. Sketchy bits remain, of which; I went to place a plate on a table, Sal told me not there and then put an identical plate of her own in the same spot. I muttered fucking typical or similar, her dad Mike had a go at me, I blew up and stormed off. Then there was a bit with me walking around Mytchett Farm lake...only there were no trees around its banks and it was surrounded by fishing rods, shoulder to shouler, so to speak. I remember the rest of it being waaaaay weird, but the only bit I recall is lacing up a pair of desert boots. Go figure. Damnit, I wish I'd noted it. It was one of those weird night's sleep where I awoke thinking it must be about 5am and it was about midnight. I like nights like that.

So the first day at my new job with Michael Page. Could not really be further from Westpac and there is plenty for me to get my teeth into. Young crowd, friendly and laid back. Decent chance I'll enjoy it. At least I have access to my internet mail from work...now that's an improvement. Checked out the showers and spot to chain the bike - tick in that box. At lunch time I had a stroll in what for me is, sort of, a new side of the City. Part of that took me through Wynyard station and on its wooden escalators. Felt a (very) little weird seeing them; made me think of the Kings Cross fire of 1987. Always mention of wooden escaltors in the reports.

Damnit this is dull. Went for a run..blah...still not feeling great blah...Rumpole being a bastard on the lead...blah...ZZZZzzzzzzz.